Chapter 506
His time to preserve a woman is one month. The current North possesses exceptional acting skills, talent, popularity, fame, and undeniable beauty—a stark contrast to her three years ago. Were it not for Olive, she wouldn't be here. At that moment, a slender, beautiful figure appeared: Olive had returned. North's eyes lit up; she rushed forward, waving her hands excitedly, forgetting her potential for recognition. "Olive! Olive! I'm here!"
Olive was back. Three years had vanished in a blink, and Olive's beautiful face had matured, blooming like a rose. Her delicately arched eyebrows, straight nose, and alluringly small mouth framed a pair of clear eyes set in her petite face. Twenty years old when she left, she was now twenty-three. Her perfect appearance was complemented by a captivating figure; she was flawless, possessing both beauty and a charmingly girlish innocence. Her arrival commanded the attention of the entire airport lobby. "Wow, which fairy is that? So beautiful!"
"North!" Olive exclaimed happily, running to embrace her friend. Miss Jones took their luggage. North hugged Olive tightly, then examined her from head to toe. "Olive, tell me the truth. Have you secretly had plastic surgery these past three years? You were beautiful before, but now you're breathtaking!"
Miss Jones, a top-tier talent manager, had seen countless female stars. Fresh faces constantly emerged in the fickle entertainment industry, sharpening her discerning eye. She observed Olive: over the past three years, Olive's beauty had evolved into something ethereal. A woman's power peaked with such an aura, capable of attracting countless men.
Olive, her eyes bright, pinched North's soft face. "North, you've changed. You're softer spoken, and you're even teasing me."
Their reunion sparked countless topics, but Miss Jones quickly reminded them, "North, Olive, we need to leave. Someone recognized us; someone's taking pictures."
"Okay, Olive, let's go home," North said, taking Olive's hand and leading her away. Once at North's apartment, the two beauties showered, changed, and relaxed on the large bed.
Olive turned to North. "North, you're so successful in the entertainment industry. What are your next plans?"
North pondered. "The entertainment industry is full of young talent. Even though I'm still young, it's good to plan ahead. I intend to start my own entertainment company and aim for the top."
Olive's eyes lit up. "Okay, North, you're going to be a beautiful CEO!"
North nodded. "Exactly! By the way, Olive, tell me about you. Are you staying?"
"No, my destination isn't Imperial this time. I'll stay for a few days and then leave. I just want to see…"
"See what? Elvis?"
The name, after three years, caused Olive's eyelashes to flutter. North got out of bed, retrieved a stack of entertainment magazines, and handed them to Olive. "Olive, if you're going back to Imperial to see how Elvis has been doing, I can tell you: he's doing exceptionally well—better than anyone else."
Over the past three years, the Augustine Corporations and Red Mafia, under his command, have become global leaders. He, Imperial's former top business aristocrat, has risen to become the world's leading tycoon, possessing an unimaginable fortune. His influence is so immense that a single misstep would shake the global economy.
His private life, however, had been even more fascinating. Surrounded by women—from celebrities to university students, models to rising stars—he'd been embroiled in numerous scandals. He traveled the world, changing partners faster than anyone.
North, sitting beside Olive, continued. "There's a rumor that Elvis's relationships last only a month; he's always with a new mistress. He sleeps with them one day and discards them the next. He simply gets bored after intimacy. He's a real jerk."
When Olive left, she knew Elvis had a promising future. Now, he was the number one tycoon, controlling a vital segment of the world's economy. Damien and Alpha had both vanished from the public eye, leaving this era to the young legends. Olive was happy for his success, but the gossip surrounding him caused her heartache. She knew she had deeply hurt him three years prior.
"Olive, this is Elvis's latest mistress, the daughter of an oil tycoon. The media recently reported that they were seen together at a seven-star hotel. Apparently, Elvis never sleeps with the same woman twice. And this oil tycoon's daughter is about to be dumped—Elvis will soon have a new mistress," North said.
Olive was speechless. Three years ago, Mr. Augustine would never have sex with a second woman; now, he never had sex with the same woman twice.
She looked at the magazines, then at North. "I'm not going back to Imperial to hear about him. I want to know about… Elvis's son, Nathan."
"Olive, you mean Elvis's son, Nathan?"
Olive nodded vigorously. After three years at Visionary, this was her first trip out. She was eager to hear news of Nathan.
Olive took North's hand. "His name is… Nathan, isn't it? The Augustine family named him. How is he?"
"This young prince was born into immense privilege. Samantha and Alpha reportedly adore him. Nathan's genes are exceptionally strong; his IQ is said to be near 300. He’s a coding prodigy, creating a mobile game app at age three which is now incredibly popular—I even play it," North said.